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a flick of a switch
and darkness crept into each corner of the room,
tracing each surface
and caressing each crack
until each speck of dust
breathed in black.
a slight sigh
left her lips
and hung momentarily in the air -
feelings
that seemed so effervescent in the day
dissipated swiftly
as soon as they came.
and soon
shadows intertwi...
Sunday 9th June 2024 9:04 am
Eurovision 2024
We have become defined by war.
Two years ago, we had the love.
Builders played and danced to our tune,
This fantasy world embraced us:
Plucky sorts, hung out for applause.
Now we are just part of the kitsch.
Since that time – more dead, injured and burned,
But not only that. Deeper marks
Have eaten into Free Ukraine:
The tears of a vanished childhood,
The shame of shr...
Sunday 12th May 2024 7:54 am
Icarus
It’s not surprising there is some fatigue;
Far away lands of which we know not much
Soon regress once the novelty wears off
And the front page headlines have moved elsewhere.
There was that time, of course; Ukraine became
Everyone’s second-favourite country.
Top people swaggered in yellow and blue
And excited queues welcomed the displaced.
It couldn’t last. The ha...
Sunday 10th December 2023 9:17 am
Lockdown Fatigue
Quick scribble. I just want to be the squirrel in the tree outside my window today. I've had enough.
Up and down the Ash trees,
Round and round they go,
Unaware, oblivious,
Of these troubles that we know,
No Coronavirus seeping,
Through their very roots,
Dampening their daily walks,
Or tarnishing their fruits,
No handwashing,
Isolating,
Searing, hurting longi...
Monday 1st March 2021 4:05 pm
Fatigue
This morning’s glorious golden hour
On this day, leaves me cold.
The sweet dawn chorus lingers on
No joys to me unfold.
No light or beauty penetrates
The fog within my head.
Become so numb, I can but wait
In longing, for my bed.
For National Poetry Month 3rd April 2019 – prompt from IG @tristameer “use the word ‘golden’ in a poem”.
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 1:07 pm
LET SLEEP COMETH
LET SLEEP COMETH
Around and around the sad and dreary night spins
in my tortured world full of wakefulness.
It’s the same every time, unable to fall off the edge
into oblivion and peaceful sleep.
I feel so heavy with fatigue, like my limbs are weighted with lead,
the tablets I had an hour ago haven’t worked so what must I do now?
Suicide would be an answe...
Friday 9th March 2012 6:00 pm
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